[Swimming is for chumps! Which is to say it is incredibly unlikely that he would do anything other than flail madly while the lake water burns him. Irken... superiority?
Zim looks between the human, the mild destruction he's caused, and this new guy holding him, then back to the human, then the new guy, destruction, new guy, human and so on. His sad little Zim-mind settles on two things: this human has some kind of weird mutant bodyguard, no one is praising him for beating that stupid game, and he still hasn't been put down.
All very big problems.]
Your wrath? Your wrath?? If you don't tell your filthy slave-monster to put me down you'll be the one facing wrath! WRATH OF ZIM.
[He hisses and flails his arms at Vincent to try and make him drop him. BE TERRIFIED.]
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Zim looks between the human, the mild destruction he's caused, and this new guy holding him, then back to the human, then the new guy, destruction, new guy, human and so on. His sad little Zim-mind settles on two things: this human has some kind of weird mutant bodyguard, no one is praising him for beating that stupid game, and he still hasn't been put down.
All very big problems.]
Your wrath? Your wrath?? If you don't tell your filthy slave-monster to put me down you'll be the one facing wrath! WRATH OF ZIM.
[He hisses and flails his arms at Vincent to try and make him drop him. BE TERRIFIED.]